A disturbed man can pass his troubled energy to others,
destroy their worlds and start ego wars,
but seeing you recovered and with a happy family,
2 year after your worst moments,
gives me hope that I will make it there too.
Your mental health was at it lowest
when you let the war of a man
bombard your land.
But spring came and flowers bloom
you work hard on getting peaceful inside and out
ins turbulent and rushing world
always at war and heavy workouts
to be back to the lord.
The peace that you have,
do not ever let it go,
for a man or a hive,
that peace, don't let it go.
Nothing is worth
as much as your peace.
It is not the hot and cold,
that is supposed to be good for your immune system,
it is not that you are just pure fool gold,
fake even until your teeth stem.
You shined the brightest in high of intoxication,
and then make toxic all the environments
when you were lower of lubrication,
begging people to not make judgements.
At the beginning…We are getting to know each other,
and day after day it’s getting better….
I want to get to know the best of you and
I want to help you through the things that are hard…
Some people are ephemeral,
or their will and/or their words.
They don't believe their statements are perennial
but toy with false premises and odds.
Your volatile being moved me like a leaf in the wind,
in a ferocious storm full of anger,
but you couldn't hide your mind
for any longer.
Once you show again your always-changing act,
like a magician putting on a charming show,
I had to run for the facts,
and starting living in the now.
Now I am happy with stability and peace,
being the queen of my own kingdom,
no more fighting to have the Ace
no more helldom.
in your volatile world of war.
Since I felt the joy of the eternal party that is NYC,
I have kept it in my mind and my soul.
The extraordinary minds and souls that walk your streets,
drive your roads and bike your sidewalks...
they are all part of me.
I am home in your embrace
and even more in summer,
remembering that June 29 when I arrived for the first time
to a sweaty and steamy Upper East side
matchbox-size apartment,
that unlocked the best years of my life.
I wish I could remember every detail because I can still smell the DD,
hear the ambulances and the salsa music.
You are my spring, just letting the blooming buds
in a blink, go from zero to tumbeling flowers.
I wonder if you are going to remember me,
next time you see the sunset,
if you remember that girl who used
you love them, and yell to the world
"look, look, what a beautiful sunset".
Would you look back back to happy moments,
and noticed they are gone for ever.
I was waiting for someone to wake up,
and you did, to a different world,
or war, PTSD and hate,
of lies, corruption and fallacies.
Now I am awake.
